Page 65 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys leaned back in her chair, the thought making her stomach dip. She was aware she was playing a dangerous game. She should cut it off now, but instead, she exhaled, already mentally preparing to make the call.

One more time. Just one more time. It couldn’t hurt anything.

Right?

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Kenyatta had just settled onto his couch, stretching his legs out, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, already smiling before he answered.

Krys.

He let it ring once more, just because he could, before answering. “Damn, Bae, miss me already?”

Krys exhaled loudly. “You are so annoying.”

Kenyatta chuckled, shifting the phone to his other ear. “Yeah, but you still called.”

A pause. He could hear the faint tapping of her nails against something, probably that damn glass desk in her office.

“I need you for something.”

Kenyatta’s smirk deepened. “What’s new?”

Krys ignored that. “There’s a graduation celebration next weekend. Big family event. I need you to be there.”

Kenyatta exhaled, rubbing his chin. “Damn, already? What happened to a break?”

“This is important.”

He could tell by her tone that she meant it.

“Alright,” he said slowly. “What’s the dress code? You tryna match again?”

Krys scoffed. “We are not doing that again.”

Kenyatta chuckled, but then his face sobered as reality settled in. “Aw damn, Bae…I would, but I can’t.”

A pause.

“Excuse me?”

He sighed, leaning forward. “I’ma have my lil girl that weekend. I can’t just put her off on my mama again. It ain’t right.”

Silence.

At first, Kenyatta assumed Krys would be irritated, maybe even frustrated that her plans weren’t falling into place. Instead, she let out a short, surprised laugh.

“Wait…you have a kid?”

Kenyatta frowned slightly. “You sound shocked.”

“Because I am. You don’t give ‘baby daddy’ vibes.”

He smirked. “The hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like one of those dudes with kids all over the city, being useless.”

“Damn. You really don’t like men, huh?”

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